"Going on fine," said Florrie.
"And what is the baby to be called?" asked Aunt Fanny.
"Jenny, and perhaps Pearl as well."
"Jenny?"
"Pearl?"
"Jenny Pearl?"
The three aunts disapproved the choice with combined interrogation.
"We were thinking," announced Aunt Alice; "your aunts were thinking, Florrie, that since we have a good deal of room at Carminia House——"
"It would be a capital plan for the baby to live with us," went on Aunt Mary.
"For since our father died" (old Frederick Horner, the chemist, had been under a laudatory stone slab at Kensal Green for a quarter of a century), "there has been room and to spare at Carminia House," said Aunt Fanny.